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When the pure soul to blissful realms shall soar,
The Sage with conscious joy the Prince address’d, And spread the table for his royal guest ; The prompt repast, which simple nature fuits, The stream's fresh water, and the forest's roots. Not unaccustom’d to the homely fare, The Warrior fat; for oft from busy care, From courts retir’d, and pomp's fastidious pride, The Hero dar'd to throw the king aside : And in the rustic cot well-pleas'd partook Of labour's mean repast, and chearful look ; Found in himself the joys to kings unknown And self depos'd forgot the lordly throne.
The world's contention to their minds supplies Much converse, wholsome to the good and wise.
Much did they talk of woes in human life,
eyes, « Muft then, said he, the truth be always found, “ To mortals weak with mists encompas'd round? “ Must I still err, my way in darkness trod, “ Nor know the path which leads me to my God? “ If all alike he will’d us to obey, " The God who will'd it, had prescrib'd the way.
“ Let us not vainly God's designs explore ! “ (The Sage reply'd) be humble, and adore ! “ Arraign not madly heav'n's unerring laws " For faults, where mortals are themselves the cause. “ These aged eyes beheld in days of yore, " When Calvin's doctrine reach'd the Gallic shore, “ Then, tho' with blood it now distains the earth,
Creeping in shade and humble in the birth,
• I saw it banish'd by religion's laws, (s Without one friend to combat in the cause. “ Thro' ways oblique I saw the phantom tread, “ Slow winding, and asham'd to rear her head, « Till, at the last, upheld by pow'rful arms, « 'Midst cannon’s thunder, and ’mid war's alarms, “ Burst forth the Monster in the glare of light, “ With tow'ring front, full dreadful to the fight; " To scoul at mortals from her tyrant seat, “ And spurn our altars at her impious feet. “ Far then from courts, beneath this peaceful cot, “ I waild Religion's and my Country's lot ; “ Yet here, to comfort my declining days, “ Some dawn of hope presents its chearful rays. “ So new a worship cannot long furvive, “ Which man's caprice alone has kept alive. 56 With that it rose, with that shall die away, “ Man's works and Man are bubbles of a day. “ The God, who reigns for ever and the fame, “ At pleasure blasts a world's presumptuous aim. “ Vain is our malice, vain our strength display'd, " To sap the city his right hand hath made ;
“ Himself hath fix'd the strong foundations low,
« rate blow :
Conquest already (for his voice is fate,) " For thee bids Glory ope her golden gate. “ If on thy fight the Truth unnotic'd falls,
Hope not admission in thy Paris’ walls. “ Tho' splendid Ease invite thee to her arms, « O shun, Great Prince, the Syren's poison'd charms! « O’er thy strong passions hold a glorious reign,
Fly love's soft lap, break pleasure's filken chain ! “ And when, with efforts strong, all foes o’erthrown, “ A League's great conqueror, and what's more Your
“ When, with united hearts, and triumph's voice, Thy people hail thee with one common choice,
" From a dread siege, to fame for ever known, “ To mount with glory thy paternal throne, “ That time, Affliction shall lay by her rod, “ And thy glad eyes shall seek thy father's God: " Then shalt thou see from whence thy arms prevail. " Go, Prince WHO TRUSTS IN GOD. can never
Each word the Sage's holy lips impart, Falls, like a flame, on Henry's generous heart. The Hero stood transported in his mind To times, when God held converse with mankind, When simple virtue taught her heav'n-born lore, And Truth commanding bid e’en kings adore. His eager arms the reverend Sage embrace, And the warm tear fast trickled down his face. Untouch'd, yet lost awhile in deep surprise, Stood Mornay brave ; for still on Mornay's eyes Hung error's mist, and God's high will conccald The gifts from him to Henry's breast reveal’d. His wisdom idly wou'd the world prefer, Whose lot, tho' rich in virtues, was to err.